Chick 3 thinks she comes up with the best idea most nights.
This great idea is waking her sweet mother up in the middle of the night. This isn't a I am hungry and need a bottle, because I am an infant wake up. This is a I want to play and talk for 2 hours, because I am no longer a baby but a toddler kind of wake up.
It doesn't happen every day, but happens enough to give this Momma Chick fog brain and the lack of brain juice to come up with topics to write about. My creative side is gone (well I believe I have a creative side) and I am left staring and drooling into space, because all I can think about is the sleep I missed out on.
I would say this foggy brain is to coincide with the June gloom we have had, but today the sun is shining bright. Good thing tomorrow is Wordless Wednesday, because another night like the last 2 will definitely put me over the edge.
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